Maya’s POV
He lifted me like I weighed nothing, his grin boyish, reckless, the kind of grin that made you want to slap him and kiss him at the same time. My arms looped around his neck out of instinct, my heart beating wild against his chest.
“Put me down,” I said, though my voice came out more like a laugh.
“Not a chance,” he smirked, tightening his grip as if I’d even try to wriggle free. “You said yes.”
“I didn’t say yes,” I shot back. “I said maybe, someday, if we get off this cursed island and you’re still insane enough to ask me.”
“Which,” he said, stepping into the hut with me in his arms like he was carrying some prize he’d won, “is as good as yes.”
“Hell no,” I snapped, smacking his shoulder. “That’s not what I said.”
He tossed me onto the bench like I was made of feathers,
